He Isn't That Strong
One match after another concluded.
The winners advanced, while the losers were eliminated.
Soon, Shuo Zhenhua entered the dueling Small World.
"Elder Wang Nanshan, that should be your Elder Disciple, right?"
Wei Changsheng, seated nearby, asked Wang Nanshan.
"Yes, he is This Old Man's disciple."
Wang Nanshan Nodded as he spoke.
"Mm, I remember there was another disciple competing with him at the time. That disciple didn't seem any worse than this one of yours."
Wei Changsheng said.
Wang Nanshan replied, "They are both fine disciples, but This Old Man feels that his attainments in the field of medicine should be greater."
Wei Changsheng Nodded.
"Your disciple... it seems like he hasn't been living particularly well."
Wei Changsheng remarked.
"Cough cough—"
Wang Nanshan gave a Dry Cough as well.
Because Shuo Zhenhua was still wearing Ye Tianyi's tattered Disciple Uniform from half a year ago.
"Besides, isn't that a servant's uniform? Why is a dignified Grand Elder's disciple wearing a servant's uniform?"
Wei Changsheng, along with many of the other elders, was puzzled.
"Cough cough—"
Wang Nanshan gave another Dry Cough.
Honestly, he did not really know either.
"That outfit holds special meaning to him," Wang Nanshan casually explained.
That was the only explanation he could give.
"Mm."
Wei Changsheng Nodded. "In that case, it is understandable."
Shuo Zhenhua Walked Into the Small World.
His opponent appeared to be roughly on his level.
"Heavenly Peak's Shuo Zhenhua. Please enlighten me!"
Shuo Zhenhua cupped his fists.
Shuo Zhenhua was not particularly famous, and there was very little interaction between the various peaks. Unless someone was well-known, even Elder Disciples were not recognized by many.
"July Peak's Liu Ke. Please enlighten me!"
The Man curled the Corner of his Mouth and cupped his fists.
He was at the